Even God must be in love with thrillers
Those times when the heart Does the hop, skip, and jump Over chasms where the possibility Includes lava flowing incessantly But there isn’t a single clue around No hisses, no fumes, no heat waves Not even birds giving the game away By their indecision and silence. It is as if God was reading a thriller...
On Reading
A whisper-laden stroll Adrenalin push in the dark Conversation with a mole Flying kiss for a lark… Reading is more than this And those who give it a miss Wouldn’t know that infinity Is a word-filled city! . . . . . . Arvind PasseyWritten on 25 April 2019
Notre-Dame Cathedral in 2014
The small quaint stores in the area where one walks past Sainte Chapelle and Palais de Justice to reach the Notre-Dame cathedral are forever busy selling intricate symbols of religious mythology. We found these figurines of everyone from apostles to demons and forever alert gargoyles and decided to walk fast as we had already spent...
Vantage point
Know the territory Understand when To rise high To reach The vantage point In short Keep track of time And you will get The best views Of both the rising And the setting sun.
One shot. One kill.
There are Bibles and then there are handbooks for everyone interested from making bombs to creating political conflicts. These can be long-drawn and full of jargon that the lay reader may or may not fully understand. It is the same with the art of being a great sniper. The best way is always to get...
The way stories unfold
Ideas for stories believe in a 360 degree freedom to enter. This is more than the mind being like a fortress that is besieged because inspirations for plots do not need the fortress gates to open. Ideas have the power to come in anyway and they could very well walk through the walls as if...
Jump into the pool, dammit!
Seeing something bad happen and me learning a lesson was never a part of my destiny. In fact I can safely hazard a guess that most people are like me. We love watching, tut-tutting, discussing the importance of doing things the right way… and then going ahead and doing the same thing that had got...
Travel
What if there were no corridors No roads or paths No signs saying something No one to guide What if there was no somewhere No words to follow No sounds to obey Nowhere to reach Charming, I’d say For the real travel would then begin. . . . . . . Arvind Passey Written in...
The Mask
Eyes speak and smiles connect In every twitch we do detect Answers but there are questions too Floating in that artful brew
Reclaim
Reclaim This word is busy Everyone is out to reclaim something But footpaths are left to wonder As everyone from motorcyclists To autos and even cars Driver over them Scaring the pedestrian So will the pedestrian now Come forward please To reclaim footpaths?
An emotional acre on the road
An emotional acre on the road – Zica review A car isn’t just a car but attempts to be an emotional bond. A relationship. It tries to be a drivable emotional acre on the road. Every time. Each of them. Some succeed and some do not. This is so much like any of our...
The story of Chinky, Thulla, and Tambi
What is more offensive and derogatory – a name that is spoken with some affection though sometimes with ignorance wrapped around, or the Shiv Sena asking Biharis, workers from UP and Gujarati businessmen to leave their ‘amchi Mumbai’? Or people in J&K, the NE, and a few other regions calling you ‘Indian’ when you go...
